Mo Cha

Xu Changqing rode the Giant Flying Sword back to the Dongting Immortal Sect.

The moment he landed, he saw that the battles on all nine arenas were exceptionally fierce.

Arena Seven in particular was packed with people, layer upon layer.

His curiosity was immediately piqued, and he hurried over to see what was happening.

"This guy is Mo Cha?"

"The one who almost defeated Chu Qiu?"

"Yes, that's him!"

At that moment, the crowd around them was buzzing with discussion.

Quite a few people were even pointing at the formal disciple on the left side of the arena.

The moment Xu Changqing heard the name "Mo Cha," he instinctively looked toward the arena.

To be honest, he had always been curious about this man. They had never had a chance to meet before, and now that he had happened upon Mo Cha's battle, he naturally wanted to see him with his own eyes.

Mo Cha was tall and powerfully built, with bronze-colored skin covered in scars of varying depths.

His face was sharply contoured, his jawline hard as though carved by a blade.

His cheekbones stood high, and his eyes were deeply set.

Thick, unruly black hair hung casually over his shoulders.

His entire appearance was exceedingly rugged.

At that moment, his eyes shone with the savage ferocity of a beast.

Xu Changqing's first impression was that he looked less like a man and more like a humanoid beast.

Most people wore the various robes distributed by the Immortal Sect.

Yet this man, despite already being a formal disciple and even on the verge of becoming a core disciple,

Wore the entire pelt of some unknown beast or monster. Around his waist was a belt woven from chains and leather, hung with all manner of trophies.

There were broken blades,